Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Eight Seconds

“Not much of a hobby mate.” Johnny whispered loudly through the bushes.

“Ummm?” said Pete distantly. His eyes fixed on the sky, as always.

“Bird watching. Not for our kind.” Johnny stepped back; now better hidden.

“Look, how she glides! Such grace! She would back-flip one day. I know.” Pete didn’t budge as the predator approached him. “It’s a kite.”

“And you are a rat; a fat one at that.” Johnny found his humor as the claws flew past Pete, leaving him untouched, unfazed.

Pete was indeed fat. He never had to run.
No one knew how old he was. They said he lost his death with his tail.

At times he would be on the farm road and trucks would pass over him, depriving him of the sky above for a moment or two.
The limping cat didn’t bother him anymore. Once, she stepped on burning wood while chasing him.
Some rats got their tails castrated. The kite tore them apart nonetheless. But not him.


A day dawned. The kite picked him up and soared high. Pete looked down at the world below. No feelings. No thoughts. No glory.

Eight seconds later the kite dropped him. Too heavy for the claws, probably.

And then:
A truck turned menacingly.
A hungry cat limped ahead.
A kite did a back-flip.
A rat closed his eyes forever.
But the eyes closed before the kite flipped back.

The tombstone read:



PS : This is my entry to the contest held by Jason Evans here.


gayathri-vishwanathan said...

nice one...initially it took time for me to understand...i read it atleast thrice tab jaake samjha..

Shruthi said...

Good one BP. This was so refreshingly unique and witty too. loved it.

Preeti Shenoy said...

Well written in 250 words.
Good luck for the contest.


Shruthi said...

me likes this new template :)

Megha said...

ya, its different and satiric

Megha said...

ya, its different and satiric

Vinod R Iyer said...

Awesome !

TinTin said...

jeet hi jaoge..